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Ashkhael's Journal
Devoid of all breath in the air
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DELIRIUM TREMENS
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December 11, 2007, 04:42:pm
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Scent of roses, scent of tomb
Streak of powder, cloud that whips
Scent of spring to loom
White cure on my lips
One scar for every thought,
One pill for every time I die,
Remembrance lost through mist I sought
A thousand years, thousand wounds for every lie
To end like this, not aware of those around
Unable to see beyont the trembling walls wherein my mind lies bound
To lie in grass and forest of my solace and my passion
And whisper sweet name of my salvation to my liking that I fashion
To float above the moon in eyes of my crimes
Timid and helpless, in hands thou hath lend to my designs and my rhimes
Arms drenched in water of life, teeth in the arm of white lady
How thou loves, how thou hates, how thou nurtures me faintly
To your caresses and sullen songs I offer these chrysalid faces,
Lime moon and virtue depicted as angels and adorned with silver laces
That commit to fornication, without a word of merit, without a gaze
Wax with horrid constelations that long forgotten dwelled in haze
As I tremble in my shell succumbed to this wretched addiction
Hope for a new dawn wanished without a trace, translucent in this condition
How can a man that once died by art die another thousand more times
Equal to others in all but his heart, that desolate field he sold for a dime
How can his body sustain so much pain and humiliation
And his soul still laugh in the face of annihilation
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December 07, 2007, 08:27:pm
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Once, on a river shore
I sat and observed riverine soul
And marveled at grace
With which she seduced
Who, you ask?
What for?
Hard to say, my love
Shadows or rays of light, I don't recall
Strangest thing indeed…
That what we desire most,
In the end… we simply ignore
Relinquish it
As disease the carcass of host
I was a fool to have sought
Love where there was none
Shangri-La’s lament beheld son
Erinyes taught
So what was she to me,
Snowflakes in her hair,
If not a remedy
For fool’s despair?
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December 03, 2007, 01:43:pm
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Ending life, ending pain
Grief that opened this void
That made me bitter and empty
Lost the battle I fought in vain
With memories I should avoid
Of raven hair and jade eyes
Of nocturnal kisses and passionate sighs
If only I knew what the night brings
I would have wept blood, precious and sweet
To guard you from voice that sings
Of my pleasure and thine defeat
Funeral bells wake me with dawn
Bed holds your whispers and scent
You thread my dreams in burial gown
Why did you deserve this fate
When night descends I hear your song
You call to me from within your bed
Grave of my heart and soul
I know this can not be, that you're gone
But song is there, surreal and dead
Here I shall weep in my sorrow
Thread with care I must
Over this earth shallow
Among the silent crypts
To your grave, candles I follow
Here I shall sleep, broken and hollow
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December 03, 2007, 01:40:pm
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In winter night
Beauty was born
Brought me light
To thee she was sworn
Cries winds caressed
Forever lie lost
As autumn depressed
Fell to frost
Profane kisses
Thawing wisdom of ages
Belied, They are traceless
And bygone pages
Passion feeds her, martyr of ravens
Thus, as pale mist she fades
And forsakes my havens
To whispering shades...
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Shores of Eden
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November 21, 2007, 08:40:pm
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Where she stood, my soul stands bound
Where she slept, old memories are drawn
Where she closed her eyes to light, ears to sound
Where our lives ended, in ocean drowned
There is nothing here for me now but ruins and wind
That wails and blows through their desolate halls
Once a palace of song, laughter of my queen
Now only an echo of past and weed that covers the walls
But nothing I see, nothing I feel, will help me recall
Times when I held her in arms, arms that now bleed
Times when she slept in garden peacefully, in fall
That memory eludes me, and every other I have, I do not need
So I must forsake her here, leave her to deaf and mute stones
Memories I have I will take to the land of war and fire
To a place where earth reeks of broken dreams and bones
Where I will lie down to sleep, to meet my beloved, my desire
Will I find my answers there, in the palace of dreams?
On the shores of world never touched by cries nor screams
Will she wait for me there, on these shores away from all tears?
Never again will I in her arms face my demons and fears
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